OK I haven't told you about my morning. I dressed in white trousers, seeing the sun outside, and just before leaving for work saw the weather forecast (26°C) so returned to my bedroom and slipped a skirt on. A very unusual occurrence.
I then did my usual speedwalk to work... dashing across roads, parks, intent on my goal. Getting to work as fast as possible. 10 mins from the office, racing round a corner, my Reeboked feet encountered water where the people had washed the pavement in front of the cafe, lost adherence, and I started skidding. I knew I was falling, but was helpless. SHPLAFF. I hit the floor... felt the damp. Got up quickly, with the assistance of THREE people (who said Parisians were rude?!). One told me to note down the circumstances, and the exact address of the cafe, and get some witnesses as they should have cleared excess water away... but I couldn't speak, cos bottom lip was wobbling, so I merely thanked everyone and limped away... wet mud clinging to my right leg, my right hand, knee and elbow bleeding...
but, wait for it, my clothes completely clean!
So if ever you're tempted to change white trousers for a skirt, DO IT. It's a sign. You're gonna fall over in a puddle and legs can be washed!
(and my hand hurts, and my right boob/rib too!)